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His mouth curves.
“You’re considerably more formidable than you appear.”
“That’s better.”
I kiss him.
This time, neither of us pulls away.
Chapter 12
Vidar
Isigh against her mouth, feeling my heart slow to a torturous beat, feeling the cool air kissing her skin, and the hot sensitive nerves at the back of her neck. I trail a hand across her shoulders and pull her hair to one side. She peers up at me, her soft eyes gleaming in the light, as a smile curves her lips. The smile of an angel that has my heart sprouting wings.
“You give me everything I could ever need just being here.” I kiss her lips again, losing myself, falling into her touch and her scent. My hands are tangled in her hair, hands and lips devouring each other.
My hands slip up the simple white dress decorated with tiny pink roses, feminine and sweet, just like her. My hands tease the edge of her panties and then I pull them down her creamy thighs. Her hands roam my back, across the expanse of my shoulders and through my hair as she kisses me, pressing her lips against mine, bruising the flesh as she takes from me as much as I take from her.
“Vidar...” She hums on repeat between feverish kisses across my neck. Her hands twist at the hem of my shirt before cotton gives way to cool flesh and I find myself naked from the torso up and scrambling to work the zipper down on my pants in an anxious bid to get to her.
“Hurry.” She pleads. I guide her onto the bed beneath me, her hair wild and laid out against the pillow as she mews like a little kitten.
“I want you, Vidar.” Her pleading goes straight to my already throbbing cock.
“So sweet.” I hush as I finally push the pants down my legs. No longer restrained by clothes, I gasp when her tiny fist circles my steel-hard length and she pulls. She tugs and then slips out from under me and pushes me until I flip over. Her eyes twinkle with mischief and then she bends and swirls her tongue over the tip like a naughty little vixen. Her eyes cast up to meet mine, a flash of lust coloring her irises, before her mouth wraps around the sensitive skin of my searing hot length. Her mouth is tiny, but she manages to engulf the girth of me. The last remnants of my good sense flee my brain like a retreating army when her succulent lips make contact with my cock. My conscience abandons the scene and all that remains is the wild, virulent man that has been wrapped in cold stone for so many years.
My hips jerked as I thread both hands in her hair, as much to steady myself as it to control her. If she did this too hard, too fast, too anything I would come in a violent torrent down her throat.
“Wren,” I pant then pulled her off my cock, not ready to be done with her yet but knowing I have to treat her right. This is about her pleasure, everything will always be for her.
Right now is the first time we will ever have our first time, I have to make it right.
“Calm down, let me do this,” I hush as I flip her over and nestle my big body between her legs. My hands smooth up and down her thighs, her skin is so soft and silky compared to mine. She watches me riveted as her chest heaves, the nipples puckering beneath her dress and begging for my tongue. I kiss across her torso, dip my tongue into her belly button, my hands working her dress further and further up my body as I go.
I nearly lose it when I push the fabric over her panties, catching a glimpse of her sweet mound for the first time.
I graze my nose across the fabric inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal, before snapping the elastic of the waistband with my teeth and continuing on my journey. Her breathing hitches and her stomach rises and falls violently, unsure of where I might go next, arousal and desire pulsing through every nerve ending. Pushing the dress up her waist, I push it over her shoulders and toss it aside. Now she’s only wearing panties, no bra, her breasts round and a perfect handful, made for my touch.
“Jesus, you’re stunning. Has anyone ever said that? You’re so sweet and soft, I’m sure I don’t deserve you.” She husks then I dive in, my lips sucking and pulling at her perky little buds until she’s mewling and arching into me, coming alive beneath my fingers. She gasps and clutches at the sheets as my hands dip below the waist of her panties and begin the slow dance across her clitoris.
I suck and kiss, my cock raging hard and begging to be sheathed deep inside her sweet body, before I bring her to one swift orgasm with my hand. Before she can even come down from her first, I push the cotton panties down her legs and spread her thighs, wrapping them around my face.
With the desperation of a starving man, I run my tongue up her swollen lips, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal, before I lap in one greedy lick across her entrance with my tongue.
She bucks and groans, her symphony urging me on before I swirl my tongue at her clit and suck at the sweet juice. I add one thick finger to my assault, teasing at her entrance, probing and priming her for the invasion that will come.
She is mine now and I’ll die keeping her safe.
She sighs as I stroke inside the walls of her hot pussy, relishing the taste and feel of her, before I add one more finger, trying to stretch her slowly.
“Vidar.” She cries when I nip at her clit and work my digits inside her body, the hardened little bud stiffening before her thighs go rigid for the second time, this time around my face as I bring her to another release with the aid of my tongue.
“So fucking delicious.” I hum before crawling up her torso and kissing her again. Thrusting my tongue in her mouth, she kisses me back instantly, tasting herself on my lips, making my dick so fucking hungry for her I assume I have the patience of a saint for not fucking her before now.
“Wren,” I groan.
“Vidar, I want you. Please, now,” she whispers feverishly.
